Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop: Part 25
The drive to David's condo was short but it felt as if we were driving to Atlanta. My thighs shivered as I watched his hands grip the stirring wheel of the Dodge Challenger. I was a sucker for sports cars. One of the second things that I'd done after moving to Charlotte was purchase a black Camaro. It allowed me to live out my Knight Rider fantasies. But I kept my Mustang too. Otherwise, wearing a Ride The Pony tee shirt would invite the wrong kind of questions. And those same questions were dancing in my head right now. Would I get to devour his lips as a part of my lunch? Could he cook or would I be satisfied in another way? His hips thrusting into mine with my legs wrapped around him with my back against the wall or pressed against his bed. I wondered if his mattress was soft or firm. Really? I chided myself, forcing my eyes to concentrate on parking garage or the address that I was going to. "You're pretty quiet over there," he said when he pulled int...